I picked Kaeli up from her grandparent’s house last night, and she had made a photo album. It was really cute, and it had a lot of old pictures in it. I’m not even sure where she got some of the pictures, but I guess 6 year olds have their ways.
As I was flipping through it, I came across a picture of me. Let me set the stage – I was 19. I had just gotten back from a trip to Cancun with my friend, April. I was very tan (more like ridiculously sunburnt but whatev). My hair was in braids with beads on the end (because if you’re drunk in Mexico, you have to pay someone to braid your hair. It’s a rule.).
Me: Wow. This is an old picture. I look so young.
Kaeli: Yeah, you were a lot prettier when you were younger.
Me: KAELI! That’s SO not nice!
Kaeli: I’m sorry, but it’s true. Your face was prettier.
So there you have it.
Excuse me while I immediately lose 5 pounds, get a spray tan, slather on anti-aging cream, and search endlessly for the fountain of youth.